Chapter 112 Xie Lingjiang: I’m asking this for senior brother
The night is quiet.
The dark night seemed like endless thick ink covering the sky.
The deep residence of Su Mansion has two adjacent boudoirs.
One plaque is named Yilanxuan, and the other is named Meiyingzhai.
The former planted orchids, the latter planted plums.
The two courtyards are very close to each other. Between the two courtyard walls, there is a three-step wide bluestone corridor. Looking down from a high place, it looks like a line of sky.
Inside Meiyingzhai, there were several sounds of insects chirping, and a boudoir was sleeping in the dark night.
On the second floor of the boudoir, the doors, windows, and wall panels are all made of precious nanmu. The furniture is classic and there are rows of bookshelves. There is an empty beauty couch by the window, with two or three books scattered beside the pillow.
Every detail in the room reveals the laid-back and elegant character of the mistress of the boudoir.
In the back room, where the moonlight cannot shine.
A very elegant embroidered bed sits quietly, complete with embroidered bed curtains and tents.
A gauze curtain with verdant green double embroidery of flowers, grass and insects was hung, blocking the scene inside the bed.
However, only Su Guo'er knew that this gauze tent was quite special. Looking from the inside out, one could see the general scene outside.
Su Guoer woke up naturally late at night again.
She dreamed again of the old fortune teller with low eyebrows and his maxims.
Su Guo'er's body was slightly curled up, and she turned sideways while holding the embroidered quilt. Her cold eyes looked through the gauze curtain at the half-closed window not far away, and dimly saw the scenery outside the window.
It seemed like he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
Su Guo'er's eyebrows gathered slightly.
She silently pursed her dry red lips.
Immediately, a slender jade hand stretched out from the gap in the tent, opened the gauze curtain, and a pair of long legs under the skirt bent their calves and leaned out of the bed. Two ice cream-like feet wrapped in light pink socks took two attempts.
I came across the embroidered shoes under the bed.
A girl was slipping on her shoes.
Wrapping a blanket around his arms, he walked to the window, tilted his head and looked up at the lone shadow under the moon on the roof next door.
Su Guo'er paused for a moment, then suddenly pushed open the two windows completely and climbed onto the windowsill.
The girl with plum blossom makeup, who originally looked elegant and quiet, was like an agile cat, climbing out of the balcony and climbing to the roof with ease.
She didn't even look at the sky-like gap between the eaves of the roof here and the eaves of the roof next door. She even jumped over it without hesitation.
Look at this set of movements, which are so smooth and skillful that not even a tile on the roof was knocked off.
If a bun-faced little maid who was sleeping soundly in the escort room downstairs was here at this moment, she would definitely rub her eyes and say, "Well, the lady flew away again..."
Su Guo'er wrapped herself lightly in a thin blanket and came to the roof of Yilanxuan. She walked to the pretty and dazed Xie Lingjiang. She didn't mind the dust on the eaves and sat down calmly.
The two women sat side by side on the roof.
On their heads, there were shining stars, embedded in the dark night sky.
There is another bright moon hanging alone among the stars, like a shining orb.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt that the moon looked very much like the night pearl given to her by her senior brother, but it was a pity that she had not taken it back yet.
At this time, the little girl from the Su family extended her hand to Xie Lingjiang who seemed to be in a trance beside her without any courtesy, and asked lightly:
"liquor."
The latter shook his head slightly.
From the moment Su Guoer climbed onto the roof to the time she came and sat down to ask for a drink, Xie Lingjiang didn't even look at her the whole time.
Su Guo'er couldn't help but look sideways.
I saw Xie Lingjiang hugging his knees with one hand, sitting alone under the moon, holding a small pocket wine jar in his right hand.
She tilted her head and looked at the dark courtyard next to a plum grove in the distance, her pretty face seemed to be in a daze, and the red paper on the body of the small wine bottle in her hand was almost touching the girl's fair face.
Sitting on the sloping roof, keeping her knees bent, her long and toned legs pressed hard against her already bulging and broad chest, which was a waste of fabric, causing it to become somewhat deformed.
Even the size of the overflow from the edge of the leg was even larger than Cai Shou, in the eyes of Su Guo'er, who had eliminated her first.
Xie Lingjiang seemed to be unaware of all this, his eyes reflecting the starlight silently staring in the direction of Meiluyuan,
Su Guo'er silently withdrew her gaze.
"It would be boring if you just drink it by yourself." She stared at the moon and said without squinting.
Xie Lingjiang shook his head, "No more wine."
She silently put down the wine jar in her hand and took a long breath.
Su Guoer curled her lips, "Then why are you still holding a wine jar in your hand? Looking at the plum blossoms to quench your thirst?"
Xie Ling Jiang turned a deaf ear and suddenly turned around and said: "Some wine can relieve sorrow, and some sorrow can also eliminate wine."
"..." Su Bao'er.
"You don't understand." Xie Lingjiang shook his head gently.
The room between them was quiet for a while, then she turned around and asked:
"Have you found the poem about returning home?"
Su Guoer sighed softly:
"It may have been burned down, either by the Lotus Pagoda fire a hundred years ago or the Merit Pagoda that was rebuilt later. Anyway, looking at it now, it is difficult to survive."
Xie Lingjiang nodded, "Is this important to you?"
Su Guo'er was silent for a while, looked up at the moon and said, "There is not much time left for the Su family."
Xie Lingjiang glanced at her and said:
"Uncle Su and Mother Weber are just talking about these things. You, a newlywed girl, have a lot to worry about. Besides, what is the relationship between the two?"
Su Guo'er turned around and asked, "Do you believe in fate?"
"Do not believe."
After a pause, Xie Lingjiang looked into the distance and said without squinting: "Senior brother doesn't believe in fate either. He says everything depends on human effort."
"So you don't believe it too?" Su Bao'er squinted at her.
"No, I just think what he said makes sense." Xie Lingjiang lowered his eyes.
She turned around and said seriously: "Actually, it's good to be safe now."
Su Guo'er looked away: "Maybe."
There was silence between the two of them for a while, only the night wind howled, and Su wrapped the blanket tightly around her body.
Xie Lingjiang asked curiously: "Is your birthday coming soon?"
"how do you know?"
"I see that some of the maids and servants in the house have been very busy recently, and they seem to be organizing a birthday ceremony for you."
"Yeah." Su Guo'er said casually: "It's just that some relatives or strangers are coming again and it will make a lot of noise."
Xie Lingjiang laughed.
Those distant relatives in your family are not simple at all.
However, she didn't say this, maintaining a certain tacit understanding.
Su Guoer's mind was obviously on other things. She turned around and said:
"After the fifteenth of this month, find some free time and accompany me to Donglin Temple again. Without you as an excuse, I won't trust me to go out."
"You've been there too many times." Xie Lingjiang shook his head and asked curiously: "Why is it that it's the fifteenth day of this month, isn't there still half a month left?"
Su Guoer curled her lips and said:
"Those monks at Donglin Temple are not good at learning. They want to fool some believers and good women into burning incense and praying for marriage at some kind of temple fair on the fifteenth day of the year.
"I heard it's being warmed up these days. It looks like it's going to be lively on the mountain. It's best not to go there before the 15th. It would be bad if my mother, father and others misunderstand something."
"Marriage Festival Temple Fair..."
Xie Lingjiang's face was startled, he muttered something, and asked calmly: "Is it effective to seek marriage in Donglin Temple?"
"I don't know. If you're interested, ask yourself."
Su Guo'er answered casually, and after a pause, she turned around:
"What are you doing? Why are you interested in this? Didn't your father say before that you turned down many marriage proposals from young talents and wanted to pursue Confucianism?"
Seeing the suspicious look on his female companion's face, Xie Lingjiang pretended to frown and stared intently at the night scene ahead, waving his sleeves and saying:
"What are you talking about, sister of the Su family? I'm asking... I'm asking my senior brother. Every time she goes over to have dinner, Aunt Zhen always asks questions about this and that. She worries about senior brother's marriage and wants me to help him recommend sisters from the clan.
, it’s really boring.”
"That's it." Su Guo'er nodded, "You treat your senior brother very well. You have to worry about this matter."
Xie Lingjiang didn't answer. He looked around at the night scene, and with the corner of his eye he glanced calmly in the direction of a certain courtyard in Meilu Garden.
Eldest brother still owes her a little wish.
At this time, a certain Xie girl began to believe in fate a little bit more. She came to the pillow when she felt sleepy. Isn't this destiny?
Well, you can be more trusting in the future.
But she never expected that Su Guoer, who had been silent all this time, suddenly turned around and said:
"You said that Aunt Zhen wants to find a girl with the fifth surname for your senior brother to marry. Well, this is quite normal. As for a girl with the fifth surname, no big Zhou man would want to marry her. This is worse than a woman from the Li family and the Wei family.
welcome."
She curled her lips, paused, and then said with a smile:
"However, why do I feel that Aunt Zhen is eyeing you, sister of the Xie family? You happen to be a junior sister and have a good relationship with Ouyang Lianghan. If I were his aunt, I would definitely do the same...
"Well, Sister Xie, you should be more careful. Don't accidentally ask Aunt Zhen to propose marriage to your father. If she refuses then, it will be embarrassing."
After Su Guo'er finished speaking with a half-smile, she immediately saw that the face of the Xie family sister next to her changed. She was a little unclear in the night.
"What's wrong with Sister Xie?" she asked curiously.
"No...it's okay."
Su Guo'er looked at Xie Lingjiang's slightly stiff face again, and said with a sudden look on her face:
"Oh, I understand. Didn't Aunt Zhen already propose to your father, so Sister Xie is embarrassed to say it now?"
She nodded lightly and reassured the female companion next to her:
"Then it's okay. It's normal. It turns out that she has already rejected it. No wonder she can feel free to ask you about these matchmaking matters. It seems that she doesn't dare to have any more ideas for Sister Xie. That's easy. Sister Xie, feel free to do whatever you want.
If you introduce me to a clan girl, I might even be able to get closer to your senior brother."
After finishing speaking, Su Guoer, who tilted his head with a smile, suddenly heard a "shaking" sound.
A small pocket wine jar originally placed at the feet of a certain girl rolled down the eaves. After a moment's rest, a clear sound of broken bottles came from below, breaking the silence of the night.
"No...it was accidental. Don't blame Sister Su."
Facing Su Guo'er's slightly probing eyes, a certain noble lady of the Xie family forced a smile and explained.
"It seems that Sister Xie is really drunk. You should rest early and be careful when you get off the roof later."
Su Guo'er laughed.
Xie Lingjiang didn't reply, and the atmosphere between the two fell into a cold mood.
When Su Guo'er saw this, she didn't think much and said goodbye and left.
But he didn't see Xie Lingjiang sitting alone under the moon behind him, his face a little pale.
After Su Guoer left, she sat alone on the roof hugging her knees for who knows how long.
Until there were passing clouds in the sky, covering the bright moon, and the sky and the earth became dark. Then the clouds moved and the moon was revealed again, and the clear light shone down again.
On the roof, Qian's shadow was no longer visible.
Only the howling night wind intercepted half of the woman's murmur:
"Everything depends on man-made things... Everything depends on man-made things... Only then will one not believe in fate..."
…
Inside Meilu Garden, Meilin Courtyard.
Dark light and blind fire.
Inside the house, I could faintly hear the sound of the night wind blowing against the doors and windows outside.
The air in the room seemed increasingly quiet.
On the bed, the rhythmic breathing of the handsome young man and the white-haired maid under the quilt became particularly loud.
The master and the servant fell into a deep sleep.
A certain moment.
"Master... don't... stop fighting... master..."
The white-haired maid smacked her lips from time to time, turned her back to the handsome young man, and hugged the quilt, as if she was treating it like her master.
.
And the quilt covering a certain wrongful master who was lying on his back and sleeping was pulled aside by the white-haired maid, exposing most of his body for a while, and he didn't know if he would catch a cold.
Presumably when he wakes up in the morning, if he has some clear nose, the white-haired maid will inevitably be "disposed of by the master's family law" again.
It's a pity that there is a faint fragrance in the house, which is not like sandalwood but not sandalwood. I don't know when it started to fill the room.
The two fell into a deep sleep and could not wake up.
The bright moon outside the window seemed to be covered by a burst of dark clouds, and the room became dark.
In the darkness beside the bed, an unfamiliar thin hand suddenly stretched out, tremblingly reached out in the air, and finally landed on Ouyang Rong's face.
Thin hands slowly caressed the angular curves of his face.
From the thick eyebrows, to the high nose, to the cold lips.
Slowly stroke the four fingertips all the way down.
Just like the curved willows on the waterside, gently blowing on the water in the breeze.
It's so gentle that it seems like it's afraid of scratching a swimming fish at the bottom of the water.
Between the beds, in addition to the breathing of Ouyang Rong and Wei Lai, there was an inexplicable sound of breathing.
When a thin hand touched Ouyang Rong's face, the sound of breathing was a little rapid at first, but then seemed to be suppressed, and the sound of breathing gradually became smaller and even became inaudible.
At this moment, the bright moon outside the window seemed to break free from the dark clouds.
The light and shadow in front of the bed became brighter.
A slender black shadow could be faintly seen.
The slender black figure carries a straight "long" solid object on its back.
Facing the bed, with your back to the window.
The head of this slender black figure seemed to turn occasionally. Under the moonlight, a pair of eyes like autumn water could be seen for a moment, but they soon disappeared into darkness.
Only that thin hand still lingered on Ouyang Rong's face.
And under the halo of moonlight beside the bed.
I could faintly see that this thin hand only had four fingers.
A little finger is missing.
"Well……"
At this moment, the sleeping Ouyang Rong muttered, as if his body was cold, he subconsciously hugged the right arm stretched out by the slender black figure.
He turned sideways, folded his arms, curled up slightly, and fell asleep with his face buried in his face.
"ah."
The slender black figure seemed to be frightened, shrank back, and made some slight noises.
However, when she reacted, she stopped immediately and allowed Ouyang Rong to tightly hug her right hand that was missing the little finger.
The atmosphere continued to fall into silence.
In front of the bed, there is moonlight as gentle as water.
On the bed, there were eyes as gentle as water.
Completed, 4,000 words! Sorry, my dear brothers, try not to be like this next time woo woo woo...